If You Missed The Part 22, Read It Here
“No be she oh ! Shey I told you?”.. The eyes said to the eye with a mocking shocking badding sincerity(Pardon) as I jerked out
“Ssa..sa..same to you” from my mouth. It wasn’t Joyce but Esther.
(On a second thought, why would the eyes even say anything? Afterall they were all dimmed(you know how ALBINOS dey close eye for inside sun nah) due to the headache..
“So am now aunty right?” She said with a wide wild smile..
*Chill! Those dimples weren’t moving me again jare! Nor be say she get properties like her junior sister self *
(Gosh! I am tired of this smileys… I need to learn new ones though )
“What are you doing?”.. I asked with shock while I took a tour through what she was wearing. Like she was the last person I expected to be standing by the sink, and she was wearing a Bum Short(pefect laps) and a shirt that has “I LOVE BJ” written on it..
“Ehehehehe! Good riddance to bad rubbish!”..
Lagbaja said as it tried waking up
*The tin never rest since yesterday sha!.. I bet the BJ gave him a revelation *
“No! No!! No!!! You are already running things with her sister remember?”.. I heard my conscience speak for the first time since yesterday while I look for a rag to clean the car.
Esther: The Car? They went to visit one of our uncle that came to nigeria for christmas..
Esther: Yeah! The three of them, couldn’t go because I was ill.
Me: Oh.. Ok ma.. (With some sad mind because the thought of not seeing faith that morning was just sad… And tempting because I was horn..y as horn….ny!!!!)
Esther: You will do the sweeping tho (she said as she looked at me, waiting for my reply)
Me: As far as I get to sweep your room, I got no problem (Damn those flirty smile I “felt I” used to design my smile in 3D).. Nice shirt by the way! (I said with a “YOLO” face.. Kpatakpata na slap I go chop shey? )
Esther: Go and do your work.. Yeye boy!.. (She was Smiling with her gap tooth on dislay oh!)
You will agree with me this is strange for a novice like me shey? Esther wey mean pass my Yoruba Teacher? (That man never smiles.. Either he was a sadist or his dentition wasn’t good )..
Well, your agreement wouldn’t help me anyways)
When I sweep, I usually start from my Uncle’s room and kitchen would be my last stop. I actually don’t sweep the ladies’ room,maybe they knew I will be sniffing pan…ties like a dog (No! That was a joke.. Don’t think it too far).
But on that faithful christmas day, I kinda started from the kitchen(maybe because esther was in there?) and I PERSONALY offered to sweep the ladies room (Pssssh! I wanted to stalk faith )..
While I was sweeping the sitting room, Esther was seated, eating Oats(Ori eh! On a christmas day? )
and she knew I don’t know how to eat it, so no need to invite me(Even if I sabi, Christmas rice virus fit leave my brain?) Wasn’t really digging Esther in a special way, all I had interests in was knowing why she seemed too nice.
I remember she was all laughing when she was watching Disney Channel’s JESSY.. But damn I
was still having a hard-on!
“Wetin dey do you?”.. Mind questioned lagbaja..
“I swear no be me dey control me, e be like winchi winchi for my eyesl”.. Lagbaja answered as I stood up to stylishly check if the bony was visible enough
“Why do I even need to be sweeping this tiles everyday huh? shoes wey dem dey wear inside house clean pass plates wey Joyce wash, I sweep the whole house put for parker and the dirty no fit full my hand.. Abeg this parlor no dirty jor!.. Make I go my main purpose of sweeping”.. I said in my thoughts as I wondered what I was sweeping.
Seems Esther didn’t notice I left because she was so lost in what she was watching (Ohh! She also watches spongeball almost everyday).
Dropped the broom(Or what do they call those things that looks like brushes? ===> |_ ) in the kitchen anyways.
On getting to the room in which Abigail and Faith shared, the first thing I noticed was the gown she wore to the party.. Then I perceived that wonderful scent that was all over me yesterday.
“C’mon! Go on and smell it.. Just like that movie you watched”..
The mind motivated me as I went straight to the bed the gown was on, smelled it and voila.. Memories started flowing like Flow(One thing I love about english is I can lie it is my own expressiong when I don’t know the word to use).
I guess I was missing the girl that raised my self-esteem last night only for me to kill it again.
I didn’t care whether she was angry with me, or she hated me.. All I wanted was to see her, even if I won’t be able to say a word… I just wanted to see her.
“No! I refuse to feel weird(cry) again!”.. I said to myself as I stood up and entered the bathroom(in their room). Nothing really special about the bathroom except the fact that I could see myself in the mirror, and I saw the Soft Monster I was becoming. Trust me, I looked miserable!!. (Like how do people not notice when am depress…ed? Its out there.. They just believe my fake smiles?)
I spoke to the man in the mirror a little. Yeas, I spoke to it, not in the mind but I spoke audible words to it. I am not alone on this act I guess, because I once caught(saw) my uncle talking to the mirror.
“You this man, what is wrong with you?” Was all I could say before my lost Sanity came back to me, got tired of looking at my sorry self then I decided I was leaving the bathroom.
“Go on twitter” was all my mind could suggest as I was leaving the bathroom.
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